I once loved and worshipped an angel
I held him in my arms
even if it was for a brief moment
his eyes...once spoke to me in the ebony night
his tears and my tears blended into one
but my angel chose to flee
Ascending into the sky without me
I saw the side of him that few see
and offered him love relentlessly
Yet that wasn't enough; revealing words
do not permanently connect him and me.
 

Reawakening Touch
 

Scratching nails and fingertips
arousing me, teasing me curiously
sliding across my smooth skin
pinching yet loving, caressing, enveloping,
reviving.
 

Rising and Falling
 

Rising and falling
like the way his compassion flowed
the beating of my heart
the crying of my soul
beauty encompassing emptiness
his way of loving--pushing away the open arms that lay before

How does one stop loving
someone who they adored
and whose thoughts
meant more than gold

I look through the window;
the gold dome camouflaged by cold flakes of snow
Like my heart which shone brightly, unselfishly
and was left muffled, buried; by a sheet of sorrow.
 
 

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